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As the resident artist at EcoHealth, I pen verse these days inspired by the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at Amerika-Institut of LMU München, where I edit a weekly circular on poetry, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach English, tutor composition, and lead a literary circle.

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by Mark Olival-Bartley

The wordsthey come, as ink to paper comes,
as naught at first; but when the pen's nib slips
into its native groove, the deluge sums
what Noah knew would come from misted drips:

The world is lost as mental cadence hums
the hammers, Vulcan-like, that forge the chips
of Logos into mettle that now mums
the Muse to yield what the prosaic skips.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

NaPoWriMo14 #3

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